Oh man, you guys, we just had a great week at the beach. Our kids are old enough to love playing in the waves, both with and without help, which means I will now happily endorse the “Have 2 Kids 20 Months Apart” family plan. They played so hard they both napped every day (unusual for Liv). They are painfully cute in their beachwear. And we discovered that they both officially have their Daddy’s skin, which means that they’re both now a healthy shade of buttery brown. I, meanwhile, am still pale and freckled except for the streaks of red on both my shoulders where I missed with my sunscreen.
On our last night we went to dinner, and while we waited for our food my mom took the girls out to listen to the live music on the patio. I came out to tell them our food had arrived and found both girls dancing to the song Heavenly Day by Patty Griffin. When I started my original blog, I had music that played when you opened the page, and Heavenly Day was the first song. I wrote a whole post about the role Patty’s music has played in our relationship here. So, watching those two beauties sway to that music made my heart so full.
Then this happened.
Ergo, therefore, it follows that,
we ended our vacation with a bang.*